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ed to be conquerors. As soon as they had got out into the garden, Madame Dambreuse, taking Cisy aside, chided him for his awkwardness. When she caught sight of Martinon, she sent him away, and then tried to learn from her future nephew the cause of his witticisms at the Vicomte's expense. "There's nothing of the kind." "And all this, as it were, for the glory of M. Moreau. What is the object of it?" "There's no object. Frederick is a charming fellow. I am very fond of him." "And so am I, too. Let him come here. Go and look for him!" After two or three commonplace phrases, she began by lightly disparaging her guests, and in this way she placed him on a higher level than the others. He did not fail to run down the rest of the ladies more or less, which was an ingenious way of paying her compliments. But she left his side from time to time, as it was a reception-night, and ladies were every moment arriving; then she returned to her seat, and the entirely accidental arrangement of the chairs enabled them to avoid being overheard. She showed herself playful and yet grave, melancholy and yet quite rational. Her daily occupations interested her very little--there was an order of sentiments of a less transitory kind. She complained of the poets, who misrepresent the facts of life, then she raised her eyes towards heaven, asking of him what was the name of a star. Two or three Chinese lanterns had been suspended from the trees; the wind shook them, and lines of coloured light quivered on her white dress. She sat, after her usual fashion, a little back in her armchair, with a footstool in front of her. The tip of a black satin shoe could be seen; and at intervals Madame Dambreuse allowed a louder word than usual, and sometimes even a laugh, to escape her. These coquetries did not affect Martinon, who was occupied with Cecile; but they were bound to make an impression on M. Roque's daughter, who was chatting with Madame Arnoux. She was the only member of her own sex present whose manners did not appear disdainful. Louise came and sat beside her; then, yielding to the desire to give vent to her emotions: "Does he not talk well--Frederick Moreau, I mean?" "Do you know him?" "Oh! intimately! We are neighbours; and he used to amuse himself with me when I was quite a little girl." Madame Arnoux cast at her a sidelong glance, which meant: "I suppose you are not in love with him?" The young girl's face r
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